Summary

He sighed, “For my third miscarriage… the pain is not unbearable. I’ve become accustomed to it.”

Now that the Jabari have come down from the mountain and Wakanda has opened itself up to the rest of the world, all T'Challa wants is to have a baby. M'Baku's baby, to be exact. But it would seem as if fate had something else in mind...

Summary

“Please tell me you have some crazy plan up your sleeve to get me out of this,” Tony begs, clutching at his godmother’s hand in his lap.

Peggy gives him an unbearably soft look, her thumb dragging back and forth over his pulse point.

“I’m so sorry, ducky,” she says, in a low, rushed voice. “I wish I could do more for you, but I can’t.”

Tony hides how much that hurts, how much it pierces all the soft undersides to him, and blinks away the sting of tears, because he’s about to be sold in marriage to two strangers all because he wasn’t born with a goddamn knot and he goes into heat once a month; he’s fucking allowed to cry if he wants.

Written for the "height difference" square (R4) for the Tony Stark Bingo 2019.

Summary

Everett has spent years hiding the fact that he an Omega with the help of suppressants.But when he gets shot and brought to Wakanda, Everett doesn't have his suppressants with him. But maybe he doesn't need them anymore.